Parable : Genesis 2b
anonymous
November 29 2014, 03:50:58 UTC
That was the worst of finding the Turian dead at the spaceport, not the fact that it would possibly affect her Spectre training like Anderson seemed to be concerned with but the fact that he wasn’t even given a chance to defend himself or see his killer. To go out fighting was a good death, one that she felt was worthy if it was inevitable, but by the looks of his wound he was shot almost point blank. The dock worker only confirmed that suspicion when he told his story and turned the entire mission on its head.
“We had a witness tell us he saw what happened to Nihlus. He said another Turian shot him in the back of the head once he let his guard down.” She looks straight into her husband’s eyes and takes note of the knowing look in them. “He said Nihlus called him ‘Saren.’”
A low growl pulses from Garrus’ chest and Jane tilts her head in confusion. “Do you know him, Garrus?”
“‘Know him?’” Garrus growls and Jane can easily pinpoint the subtle signs of distaste of the person in question. “I was given the task of investigating the bastard just yesterday and I’ve been busting my ass to get it done in the time Pallin gave me. Looks like I now know why…”
At this information, Jane’s brows furrow. “At least everyone acts like they’re doing something about it.” She lightly rubs her thumb across the plates of his hand in hers. “Garrus, if this guy really was there, then he tried to blow Eden Prime to hell to cover his tracks and he’s working with the Geth.”
His growl has lowered in intensity as he ponders her words, perhaps trying to see a connection between the task he was given and the events. “Did anything give you a reason why he was there? Why he killed his fellow Spectre?”
She shakes her head once. “I have no clue why he murdered Nihlus but I know what he was after… The Normandy was supposed to bring a Prothean artifact that was found back to the Citadel.”
He tilts his head in confusion. “Why? From what I know of the Spectre, he isn’t interested enough in Prothean tech to blatantly attack a colony.”
She bites her lip, knowing he definitely won’t like that answer and the reason she knows it. “He wanted it for a vision it contained…”
His mandible twitches in irritation. Oh he definitely doesn’t like what the clues are leading his train of thought to, she thinks and inwardly cringes. “And just how would you know he wants this vision?” he growls.
Oh yeah, definitely pissed at the turn of events. She guesses this is the first time ever seeing that ‘protective instinct’ Turians are thought to have over bondmates. Good thing his ire is not directed at me. Feel bad for whoever gets in his way when he gets back to work, though.
Jane sighs, trying to force the rising tension to calm. She wants to hopefully calm him, not make things worse by her answer. “Because I saw it too,” she says softly with a weak smile.
His eyes narrow, clearly not falling for her half answer. Damn this Turian and his stubbornness. Marrying him only made it worse. “I didn’t have much choice, Garrus.” She huffs in defeat. “It was either me or my Lieutenant…and I wasn’t risking losing another person on that hellhole.”
“So you thought it’d be better if you went out?” His growl is less intense, but just barely, and his mandible flicks in agitation. “Don’t you think that’s a bit foolish?”
His remark makes her eyes narrow in anger. “Don’t you dare give me that shit… you would’ve done the same damn thing. Haven’t you always said Turians believe in ‘self-sacrifice’?” His eyes widen in realization and his features soften in understanding.
“Turians put higher ranking soldiers above lower ranks, but I understand what you’re saying.” He softly informs with a rumble of apology. “I just don’t think you should go out there and expect to throw yourself in the way of a bullet for your subordinate for the sake of making sure they live. What’s the point if you die in their stead?”
Jane shakes her head in frustration. “In our type of work, we can’t promise to always stay out of trouble. It’s no different than if you were in danger.” She looks into his eyes, pleading with him to understand. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can change that.”
Parable : Genesis 2c
anonymous
November 29 2014, 03:51:43 UTC
He sighs and drops his head, probably feeling like her and not wanting to ruin the little time they have together with a fight they both have different views on and may never budge on. After a moment of silence that drags in the still bedroom, he squeezes her hand. “Did anything happen when you got the vision?”
She bites her lip in silent contemplation. If she tells him, she’s positive their mutual agreement to not fight will mean nothing and he’ll be upset beyond imagine. She also knows that her refusal to answer will just give him the idea that something happened that he wouldn’t like to hear.
The only thing that helps her with the indecision is the promise they made when they bonded for life to always carry the other’s burdens and truths. “Yeah.” She weakly smiles. “I saw things out of a nightmare, but couldn’t make any sense of it.” She tangles her free hand in her messy hair. “All I can make out are machines, people, and the feeling of death.”
He exhales heavily, his shoulders tense, but he doesn’t respond as she fears. His expected reprimand for taking Alenko’s place in the pull of the beacon, both silent and spoken, completely absent. “Are you feeling okay now?” he asks with a concerned hum to his harmonics.
She smiles warmly and strokes her free hand along his cheek, relishing the pressure of his slight nuzzle back. “No, I think I’m alright now.”
He purrs and leans in to rub his head against hers before tilting sideways to plant a human kiss on her lips. He pulls away and moves to stand. “I’d love nothing else but to stay here with you, but I have to be at C-Sec and ready for a Council meeting. I expect you do too.”
She snorts and nods in an affirmative, standing up to grab her own set of light clothes. She easily finds the flexible light armor with the red stripe and N7 emblazoned on the breast and slips her legs in.
By the time she lifts her foot to the desk chair to tie the laces and clip the latches of her boots, Garrus is done with his own armor. She hears the drops of his steps approaching her right before she feels the sharp jolt in her ass.
She jerks her shoulders, her hands clasped in her boots, and looks over her shoulder with a glare. “Do you mind?” He chuckles and rubs the spot he just slapped. “That’s something you do when the clothes are supposed to come off, not while we’re getting dressed to leave.”
“I like seeing you in armor,” he says, clearly ignoring her statement and he continues to stroke her ass cheek through the flexible textile. “I’ve never seen you like this in person, only on vids and pictures in your files.”
She raises her brow and turns back to her task, talking loud enough for him to understand her clearly. “You looked me up?”
“Only after we were married. Had to make sure I didn’t make a huge mistake…” She glares at his smirk as she drops her completed foot and switches to the other boot.
“I hate you,” she huffs with a tight tug on her laces.
He laughs and leans down to her ear. “No, you love me.” He nuzzles into her hair at the curve of her ear with a loving purr. He pulls away and leaves her to complete her task without his distractions.
She gets her shoes tied and quickly tidies her hair in the bathroom mirror before meeting him at the door to leave. She lifts on her toes and wraps her arms around his neck as his own hands grip her waist. “Thanks, Garrus.” She says as she presses against his plated forehead.
“For what?” He rumbles and nuzzles into her touch.
“For everything… For letting me use you to ease my stress, for forcing me to talk to you about what happened, for understanding that I may never change the way I am but dropping it anyways so we could enjoy each other’s short company… for caring enough about me to actually be protective when I go on duty.” She drops lower and pulls one arm back to cup his mandible. “I’ve never had someone in my life care about my safety and wellbeing. I’m still so new to it and I promise to try and see things your way.”
Parable : Genesis 2d
anonymous
November 29 2014, 03:52:43 UTC
He hums with a soft flicker of his free mandible and moves closer, their mouths coming together in a passionate kiss of two people with complete love and devotion for the other. They pull away despite their desire and inner pull to remain in position. “Good luck out there with the Council, Jane. I’ll be sure to bring you something to help your case.” He quickly strokes a finger along her jaw before stepping out of their apartment with her at his back. “This case got a lot more personal.”
Re: Parable : Genesis 2d
anonymous
November 29 2014, 10:42:19 UTC
Yay, more of this. I can hardly wait to see them sneaking around. I think you did good with choosing what to use from game, and I am sure people would be happy with about the same amount to follow. But I am pretty sure we want lots of unseen moments between them and how they deflect interest from how well they seem to get along.
“We had a witness tell us he saw what happened to Nihlus. He said another Turian shot him in the back of the head once he let his guard down.” She looks straight into her husband’s eyes and takes note of the knowing look in them. “He said Nihlus called him ‘Saren.’”
A low growl pulses from Garrus’ chest and Jane tilts her head in confusion. “Do you know him, Garrus?”
“‘Know him?’” Garrus growls and Jane can easily pinpoint the subtle signs of distaste of the person in question. “I was given the task of investigating the bastard just yesterday and I’ve been busting my ass to get it done in the time Pallin gave me. Looks like I now know why…”
At this information, Jane’s brows furrow. “At least everyone acts like they’re doing something about it.” She lightly rubs her thumb across the plates of his hand in hers. “Garrus, if this guy really was there, then he tried to blow Eden Prime to hell to cover his tracks and he’s working with the Geth.”
His growl has lowered in intensity as he ponders her words, perhaps trying to see a connection between the task he was given and the events. “Did anything give you a reason why he was there? Why he killed his fellow Spectre?”
She shakes her head once. “I have no clue why he murdered Nihlus but I know what he was after… The Normandy was supposed to bring a Prothean artifact that was found back to the Citadel.”
He tilts his head in confusion. “Why? From what I know of the Spectre, he isn’t interested enough in Prothean tech to blatantly attack a colony.”
She bites her lip, knowing he definitely won’t like that answer and the reason she knows it. “He wanted it for a vision it contained…”
His mandible twitches in irritation. Oh he definitely doesn’t like what the clues are leading his train of thought to, she thinks and inwardly cringes. “And just how would you know he wants this vision?” he growls.
Oh yeah, definitely pissed at the turn of events. She guesses this is the first time ever seeing that ‘protective instinct’ Turians are thought to have over bondmates. Good thing his ire is not directed at me. Feel bad for whoever gets in his way when he gets back to work, though.
Jane sighs, trying to force the rising tension to calm. She wants to hopefully calm him, not make things worse by her answer. “Because I saw it too,” she says softly with a weak smile.
His eyes narrow, clearly not falling for her half answer. Damn this Turian and his stubbornness. Marrying him only made it worse. “I didn’t have much choice, Garrus.” She huffs in defeat. “It was either me or my Lieutenant…and I wasn’t risking losing another person on that hellhole.”
“So you thought it’d be better if you went out?” His growl is less intense, but just barely, and his mandible flicks in agitation. “Don’t you think that’s a bit foolish?”
His remark makes her eyes narrow in anger. “Don’t you dare give me that shit… you would’ve done the same damn thing. Haven’t you always said Turians believe in ‘self-sacrifice’?” His eyes widen in realization and his features soften in understanding.
“Turians put higher ranking soldiers above lower ranks, but I understand what you’re saying.” He softly informs with a rumble of apology. “I just don’t think you should go out there and expect to throw yourself in the way of a bullet for your subordinate for the sake of making sure they live. What’s the point if you die in their stead?”
Jane shakes her head in frustration. “In our type of work, we can’t promise to always stay out of trouble. It’s no different than if you were in danger.” She looks into his eyes, pleading with him to understand. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can change that.”
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She bites her lip in silent contemplation. If she tells him, she’s positive their mutual agreement to not fight will mean nothing and he’ll be upset beyond imagine. She also knows that her refusal to answer will just give him the idea that something happened that he wouldn’t like to hear.
The only thing that helps her with the indecision is the promise they made when they bonded for life to always carry the other’s burdens and truths. “Yeah.” She weakly smiles. “I saw things out of a nightmare, but couldn’t make any sense of it.” She tangles her free hand in her messy hair. “All I can make out are machines, people, and the feeling of death.”
He exhales heavily, his shoulders tense, but he doesn’t respond as she fears. His expected reprimand for taking Alenko’s place in the pull of the beacon, both silent and spoken, completely absent. “Are you feeling okay now?” he asks with a concerned hum to his harmonics.
She smiles warmly and strokes her free hand along his cheek, relishing the pressure of his slight nuzzle back. “No, I think I’m alright now.”
He purrs and leans in to rub his head against hers before tilting sideways to plant a human kiss on her lips. He pulls away and moves to stand. “I’d love nothing else but to stay here with you, but I have to be at C-Sec and ready for a Council meeting. I expect you do too.”
She snorts and nods in an affirmative, standing up to grab her own set of light clothes. She easily finds the flexible light armor with the red stripe and N7 emblazoned on the breast and slips her legs in.
By the time she lifts her foot to the desk chair to tie the laces and clip the latches of her boots, Garrus is done with his own armor. She hears the drops of his steps approaching her right before she feels the sharp jolt in her ass.
She jerks her shoulders, her hands clasped in her boots, and looks over her shoulder with a glare. “Do you mind?” He chuckles and rubs the spot he just slapped. “That’s something you do when the clothes are supposed to come off, not while we’re getting dressed to leave.”
“I like seeing you in armor,” he says, clearly ignoring her statement and he continues to stroke her ass cheek through the flexible textile. “I’ve never seen you like this in person, only on vids and pictures in your files.”
She raises her brow and turns back to her task, talking loud enough for him to understand her clearly. “You looked me up?”
“Only after we were married. Had to make sure I didn’t make a huge mistake…” She glares at his smirk as she drops her completed foot and switches to the other boot.
“I hate you,” she huffs with a tight tug on her laces.
He laughs and leans down to her ear. “No, you love me.” He nuzzles into her hair at the curve of her ear with a loving purr. He pulls away and leaves her to complete her task without his distractions.
She gets her shoes tied and quickly tidies her hair in the bathroom mirror before meeting him at the door to leave. She lifts on her toes and wraps her arms around his neck as his own hands grip her waist. “Thanks, Garrus.” She says as she presses against his plated forehead.
“For what?” He rumbles and nuzzles into her touch.
“For everything… For letting me use you to ease my stress, for forcing me to talk to you about what happened, for understanding that I may never change the way I am but dropping it anyways so we could enjoy each other’s short company… for caring enough about me to actually be protective when I go on duty.” She drops lower and pulls one arm back to cup his mandible. “I’ve never had someone in my life care about my safety and wellbeing. I’m still so new to it and I promise to try and see things your way.”
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